I'm back. I know that I promised that I'll continue to blog right after my exams but I was tired and did not have any idea on what to write.
Tonight, inspiration finally hit me like a wrecking ball after the season 2 of 'The Apartment-Design your destiny' ended. I hope you guys remember that designing show. I wrote a post last year about it. This might refresh your memory. The Apartment

So, let's get you guys up to speed with everything that's going on in my life right now.

1. I got the result of my A'level and HSC examination and I got (insert drum roll here) 5 As. Alhamdhulillah. I could not believe it at first. I actually checked several times with the school and the online results. 12 years of my life has been dedicated to studies and everything I have done for the past 2 years was for the 5As. I made my family proud, myself and even my friends proud. My family decided to 'surprise' me with a little celebratory party. I totally knew that they were planning the party beforehand. After all I am a very hard person to surprise.
2. Because I got 5As from my A'level examination I get the presidential scholarship. Each year the president award all of the students who get 5As. You can choose any university in any country to study. (provided you get in)
Yes I have already chose the country I wanted to go to. It's UK. Yay me! I am so excited. I sent in my university applications in October. I will be studying medicine. Currently I am waiting for the unis to offer me an interview. Oh and I got an offer from Sheffield but that was for my second choice and I have no intentions of actually going there but who knows? I might have a change of heart at the very last minute.

3. When I was done with my exams I put on a couple of pounds. What can I say? To study better you need good food. I was planning on losing weight after the exam but I went to my island, Fuvahmulah.
My cousins, friends and I had so much fun. We had our days planned and not a minute was wasted. They were spent on having fun, driving, good food and lots and lots of roaming around. It was so crazy. We would take off at 3 in the morning to no where or dress up at 5 in the morning and have a photo-shoot all around the island. BBQ in the front yard at 1 in the morning, dress up and go to the beach and have sand fights, boat riding in the lake and so much more. I miss those times and I would give anything to do that again. Here are some pictures. We didn't take a lot of pictures because we were too busy having fuuuuun. lol

This was during one of our early morning photoshoots. Notice my very fancy gown. It's not that fancy.

We made it to the end of the island after sun rise. It was so damn sunny. This place is called 'Thundi.' It's beautiful and a great spot for surfers.

This bench is called 'Black pearl.' It has the name carved into it. I am very thankful to whoever built it there.

Well, feet. One of the many pictures my cousin captured.

This was our second day of boat riding. I don't have any pictures of the first day. It was fun and tiring and the view was spectacular. Notice how fat I was?

Sunset at the lake on our first day of boat riding. You have to be there to see the beauty. The picture does not do justice to it's beauty.

My very good looking cousin heading towards the beach.

The date is very wrong. Heading ashore after my shoot.

We have arrived at Thundi for the shoot. lol

There was a delay to my weight loss program because of this and also because of ramadan. So in September I got my shit together and started to work out.
After 2 months of cardio and hip shaking and shit I lost 7 kg. The first thing people notice about me now is the weight loss. They are like 'Omg, Sau. You look so thin.' Just last night my brother came to my place and he was going on and on about how thin I look. He even asked for tips and everything. So I am really proud of myself and so is my mother. She used to scold me for not trying to lose weight. Now I did not follow a strict diet and since a lot of people approach me and ask me about it I will write about it on my blog. Aah! This blog won't become another cleaneatingweightloss blog. I promise.

4. Since I am going to study medicine and I will be leaving to UK for interview around Jan/Feb I need to have some idea about the clinical aspect. So I applied for the clinical assistant job at IGMH here in Male'. They took a month to call us to let us know that we got the job after the interview. Today it has been 3 months since that phone call.
They keep telling us that we will start working after the ministry send them 'chits' for the past 3 months. It was just a few weeks ago I found out that they've been lying to us and that they did not send the forms to the ministry . It made me so mad. Like, I will kill you mad. Yep, that mad.
They have sent the forms now and all of us who got the job are waiting for that phone call and need I remind you that we've been waiting for 4 very long, very boring, penniless months? I am this close to turning into a serial killer.

5.Our country had the presidential election three times. There was a lot of drama. The election has been stealing my thunder since October. My birthday was on the first round of the second round of the election. That did not make sense. Trust me, draaaamaaa.

So I hope that gives you an idea about the 'stuff' going on in my life. It's pretty uneventful but I'm sure that will change this month.
I have a lot of great posts coming up and yes, I will continue the 'Playing Bishop' story. To those who haven't read the first 2 parts yet, here's the link;Playing Bishop-01Playing Bishop-02
Once again, I am so sorry that it took me so long to get myself to write again. So keep reading and thank you for putting up with me.

As you might have noticed I haven't posted anything for a while now. I actually won't/can't post till June 20th. I am really sorry but I have a good excuse. My final exam starts on April 5th and it ends on June 20th. I am busy as hell with extra classes and stuff.

So yeah, I wanted to let you guys know that. But I promise I would continue posting my story and project bite and other several pointless posts.

“Bishop takes Knight. Check.” A man in his mid-forties
said. “John, did your men take care of the business I talked to you about?” “King
to rook two.” John said. “Yes sir!” John put his drink down on the shiny,
priceless crystal table. Their maid has outdone herself yet again. “Rook to
king’s rook three. Check.” The man in
his mid-forties made a circle in the air and closed his eyes. He had a fat
Cuban cigar in his left hand. “Bishop to rook three. “ John said. “He took a
plane to Heathrow today evening. It seems like he is headed to Hampshire.” The
man put out his cigar after a long, deep drag. “Yeah! I’m not too pleased to
hear that John! Bishop takes Bishop.” John carefully observed the chess board
and took a deep breath. “Rook to bishop four.”
“Rook takes Rook.”
“Pawn takes rook”
“Bishop to bishop seven.”
“Queen takes knight pawn.”
“Bishop to bishop eight. Discover check.”
The man got up from his chair and said, “Take care of it John. Trust me; you do
not want to see me disappointed.” John nodded obediently while the man headed
out of the door.

“Are you sure ma’am?” The officer asked.
“Yes! I’m quite certain.” Laura said. “I would like to rest now officers.”
The bald officer smiled and said “Have a good day ma’am.” and headed out of the
emergency room.
The man who assaulted Laura was still standing at the entrance of the emergency
room. Giving Laura the cold stare which he has been giving her since their
first ‘meeting.’ The man crossed his arms and started walking towards Laura.

Laura tightened her fists around the sheets as if it was the last thing between
her and death. ‘If I let go I will fall off this cliff.’ Laura thought
to herself. The man finally approached her and he reached out his right hand
towards Laura. Assuming he was going to hit her again Laura punched the man in
his face with her knuckles.
Her sensory nerves detected the stimulus promptly and she began to feel the
impact of the collision between her knuckles and the man’s hard cheek bones.

However, to her great surprise the man did not even flinch an inch. Instead he reached
out to the juice jug on the side cupboard. Laura had a closer look at the tattoo
on his forearm this time. He then poured himself a glass and drank it in one
gulp and burped real loud. Laura was taken aback by his actions. ‘Oh shit!’
Laura thought to herself.
“Yes! You are in a quite shitty situation right now. You just hit me in the face.” He said while putting down the glass on the side cupboard. Laura
explained her actions when she realized that she has spoken her mind. “I am
sorry. I thought you were going to-“but was cut off short by him. “Hit you? ” He said sharply “We are even now. At least I don’t have to
apologize.”
He reached to his pocket and took out some dollars. After carefully counting
them he handed $500 to her and said “Compensation.”

Laura was taken aback by this and could not come up with a clever comeback. She
was just sitting on her bed, puzzled as ever when he exited the room. Nonetheless
she took out her cell phone and dialed a number and said “I think I found him.”

I know. I promised that the next part would be longer. But I wrote this just now and I just couldn't wait to make it longer and then post it. Maybe the next part.

Laura adjusted the
hair pin in her already messed up hair. The 5 year old kid in seat E6 gave her
a tough time with her constant crying and demands to get out of the ‘class room
without any black board’. However she wore a smile and walked gracefully
towards the man in seat B2 and asked politely.
“Sir, we are going to land in Heathrow airport in a few minutes. I would I have
to take your drink away now.”

The man who had his head resting on the tray table lifted his head and stared
at her. His eyes were pitch black and tired.
Laura repeated, “Sir, I need to take your drink away now. We are going to
land any minute now.” She reached out to grab the drink with her slender
fingers when the man beat her to it. He held the glass in his hands and
tightened his fist around it.
Laura feared that he might crush the
glass into his hands. “Sir, I need to take the glass away now.” Laura, who is
now a bit scared said.

The man got up from his seat and pointed his finger to her forehead. Puzzled, Laura
wiped off her forehead, assuming she had something on her forehead. The next thing
she knew, the man smashed the glass onto her forehead. She fell onto her knees.
The other passengers in flight Q2-120 rushed to her side. “Help!” she heard people
saying. “She is bleeding. We need to tie it up.” Another passenger said. “What the hell were
you thinking? Are you crazy?” Another passenger started yelling. “Somebody
alert the crew members and the captain.” Laura could feel the panic and
adrenaline rush radiating from the people around her. Her vision started to get
blurry. All she could see and hear now were the clear blue sky and the sound of
gun shots.

“Don’t worry. You
will soon be back in Hampshire. Taking a bubble bath while reading your latest
movie review.” A woman said. Laura giggled and said “Oh yeah? And what would
you be doing? Running around the neighborhood trying to get people to work out?”
“That doesn’t sound too bad.” The woman laughed and said. “Let’s get out of here. If the boss catches us
then we would have to do a hundred push ups and I don’t want to do that. At
least not today.”
Laura gazed at the sky. There was not
even a single cloud to be in sight. She did not want to go back to the camp yet.
She just wanted to lay there and maybe get herself a tan. “Oh we will. But
right after I’m done with my tan.” Laura replied. She closed her eyes in an attempt to absorb
the smell of dry soil under her and the sunlight. It was then she heard gun
shots not too far from her.

"She
is going to be fine, right?" Someone said. "Of course. She did lose
some blood but it's been taken care of." A different person replied. Laura slowly opened her eyes only to get closed by the
incredibly bright light. “She’s awake!” Someone cried. Everyone rushed to her
side. Laura attempted to open her eyes again and this time she succeeded. “Hi.
What happened?” She asked. “The passengers said that you were hit by a man. With a glass.” Carren, a
crew member answered. “Oh!” Laura said. She looked around and realized that she was in the emergency room at
Heathrow airport.
“All of us were quite shocked actually. This is the first time a crew member
was attacked with a glass in my flight.” Dan, the captain of the flight said. “We
are glad to see that you are awake. Aaron said you could rest for 3 days.” Aaron
is Laura’s supervisor. Laura nodded slowly. At that instant two officers marched into the room and
greeted them. One of them was short and stout with a bushy mustache while the
other was skinny and bald. Laura’s peers left her with the officers. “Hello madam.
We hope you are feeling better now and we are sorry to bother you at this time
but it is our duty to take clear records of such an incident.” Laura shook her
head and said “I am feeling better now. Thank you very much and it’s not a
burden. I understand that it’s your duty to act so.” The bald officer smiled
and asked “Please fill us in dear.”

Laura cleared her throat and opened her mouth to speak when someone burst into
the emergency door.
It was that man. The man with the pitch black eyes. The man who assaulted her.He wore a relatively dark jeans which were matched
with a white t-shirt. His dark-brown-almost-black hair was messy which seems
outgoing leaving a curl or two hanging over the forehead. He had an olive complexion. She then caught the tattoo
on the forearm of the man which said “σαμάριο”.

Laura stared at the tattoo and said, “The glass slipped and I was injured by
the broken glass.”

Hey guys! It's been a while. How have you been?This is a story I started to write tonight and instead of posting it on wattpad via my 'mysterious' account I decided to post it here. I will try to update this once a week or once every two weeks. Or whenever I get time. But I can't make any promises since I'm really busy these days.

Oh and the next part would be longer than this. I promise.

I really hope you guys would like this. I didn't proof read it so if you find any mistake(s) please feel free to point them out.

It's my second 'creation' of the project bite (To read about project bite click here.) and now I have 703 days to go. 2 out of a 100 (or more) recipes.
I know I did tell you guys that I will be posting pictures along with the post but today, I have no pictures. I actually sort of forgot to take pictures during the whole..cooking..process? But I included pictures from (drum rolls) Google.

Some people (Mostly Italians, obviously) say that the taste differs from each type of pasta to the next. They even have different names in different languages and their shapes and sizes are also different. Here we don't make pasta scratch. We just buy them from stores. (Like how we buy all the other things from the store as well. Seriously, we are a lazy breed. Including myself.) My favorite one is the long rough shells. You can stuff cheese and meat and any weird stuffing you want into it. It's called Manicotti shells. Which one is your favorite?
To make pasta salad of course you will need pasta. The quantity depends on how much you are making.Cherry tomatoes, green peas (frozen, unfrozen, right out of the garden etc...), carrots (grated), pumpkin, (Just a little bit of it), cucumber, green onions are the vegetables you will need. (You can add or remove any vegetables you want. This isn't Sheldon Cooper's recipe.) I didn't specify the quantity because I myself don't know. Plus the quantity depends on your taste buds. Chop them up and stir in a bowl to combine. Refrigerate this for like 5 hours or less.

When it's time for dinner cook the pasta according to the directions on the packet. (or be a bad ass for once and cook it by 'unfollowing' the directions. It isn't rocket science now, eh?) Drain and rinse the pasta in a bowl. Over cooked pasta is a pain. Most of us know that. My sister and I made this and our pasta was a bit overcooked. It looks creamy as it is when it's overcooked. We were a bit disappointed at first but then the result was awesome even with overcooked pasta. It isn't as dry as the 'normal cooked' pasta. It's much more moist and hence tastes better.

Then add the cooked/over cooked pasta into the refrigerated vegetables. (Make sure you take the refrigerated container out of the refrigerator before you do this. You don't want to release any more CFCs into the atmosphere. Nope. I am thinking a 'bit green' today.) Add mayonnaise and sour cream into the mixture and mix them well. Grate cheese of your choice. Your pasta salad is ready now.

You can eat this salad as it is or eat it with chicken of your choice. I ate it with tandoori chicken. (Yes, I made it as well. (not) We bought it.) You can do no wrong with tandoori chicken. I love tandoori chicken. On pizzas, sandwiches, burgers, salads or as it is.

Happy pasta salading with tandoori chicken guys.

PS: I kind of need some recipes or something to cook for my project bite. Now I have so many options and I don't know which one to choose. So if you could suggest something that would be great. You can suggest any recipe/dish via the shout box or just comment. Yeah. Bye.

Note: This post was referred to as 'Silly little things!' in my light years post.

Yesterday I had to write a 'dhathurunaamaa'. (A travel journal? I don't know the correct term for that.) It was about a guy who goes to an uninhabited island to capture turtles. We must assume that they face pretty scary shit on that island. One person was nearly killed but at last they made a narrow escape and returned home after midnight.
I have never faced a scary situation (and by scary scary I mean something supernatural. like a ghost actually?)..yet. Since it was a Dhivehi work it needs to make sense to 'the Maldivians.' And here in Maldives the idea of something supernatural would be a woman with long hair wearing a rai libaas (For those who don't know what a rai libaas is there'll be a picture somewhere in this post.) or the famous 'bodumeehaa'.

I have to admit that I did actually watch a few Dhivehi movies when I was a kid. I still remember 2 or 3 'scary' Dhivehi movies. One of them was called 'E dhathuru' (That trip). A bunch of 'teens' go to this uninhabited island for a picnic but then one guy threw a crab at night somewhere in the jungle which hit a ghost. (A woman, obviously. I don't know why but Dhivehi film 'makers' can only picture ghosts as a woman. except Fathishandhuvaru. I totally forgot about that one but in my defense I didn't watch the movie.) Thus strange, weird things started happening to them.

The other movie I still remember is called..umm..I forgot the name so I'll just call it pebble. Oh who cares. It was a lame one anyway. But I did fear going to the bathroom. Why you asked? Well, I was like 10? or 8 when I watched it. and in the movie there was this octopus, in the toilet seat. So yeah, there's that. Once again in pebble the ghost was a woman. (The woman who played the ghost in this movie was famous for playing 'ghost' roles in movies. She said that people actually were afraid of her back then. That is so cool.)

The actual subject of this post is superstitions and Maldivian folklore .(Mostly about supernatural creatures.) Maldivian superstitions to be exact. (For those who fear supernatural powers, YES! I'm talking about you. You are in for a treat....sort of)
The 'E dhathuru' movie, I wrote that the guy hit the ghost with a crab? When I was kid, before my mother threw out something at night she says this thing. (A prayer? A warning to the ghost?) In Dhivehi we call 'Gai kolhu gai gai dhuru' It's said as a warning to the supernatural creatures so that they would get out of the way and avoid getting hit by the stuff we throw. (This reminds me of the Sulaimaanugefaanu incident. You know the one. The ants? Yes. That one. I knew you were a genius. :P)
So yeah, there's that. I wrote about 'gaikolhu gai gai dhuru' in my dhathurunaamaa. (Travel journal) One guy went to North of the island for fishing (alone, obviously. I had to make it scary.) however he caught a crab instead of a fish so he just threw it. (So Sherlock, you figured out my travel journal already? There is no more mysteries in life. I blame the social networks. Jk. Woohoo! I'm just overwhelmed because I will get to see season 3 of Sherlock real soon as they starts filming next month. Ohmygaaaaaaaod! If you don't watch Sherlock then I hate to say this but you should be ashamed. It is a crime not to watch Sherlock. It's not like our regular series. In a season there's 3 episodes and each episode is 1 hour 30 mins long. Believe me when I say it is epic. )

I know that this is irrelevant but I just had to. This is so awesome that I could cry. It's one of my favorites and it would soon be yours.

Back to superstitions. 'Bodumeehaa' is quite famous among Maldivians. (There's this story about Hulhule' Bodumeehaa in one of our Dhivehi textbooks. I think it was when they were constructing the airport? I'm not so sure. But if you know which grade it is then please feed me with your information. I'm sure some of my readers would want to read it.) It is said that there's one of the 'bodumeehaa' in each island. Apparently it's like extremely tall. (Extremely tall would actually be an understatement.) I am a quite lost..for words. SLENDER MAN! Yes! It's the Maldivian Slender man. However I don't know about the face and the suit. I never heard any descriptions about the face. Maybe it's because he is soo tall that no one ever saw his face?

'Bodumeehaa' is the Maldivian Slender man even though I'm not so sure about the face..and the suit.
I am a supporter of 'Men should always wear suit'. Just saying.

Next, the classic woman in a red dress. (or libaas to be exact.) They are beautiful and charming. These women already made quite a lot of appearances at different places. For instance in the jungle (obviously), at the side of an isolated road at dawn and in the evening. Here we call it 'handi'.

Rai libaas. (The red dress of the famous 'handis' (ghosts)

There's this folk story about one of these women. It's famously known as 'handi ganduvaru dhonkamana.' (English translation: Fair lady of the ghost palace. lol. This translation is really funny.) She met this guy in the jungle and they fall in love. When he asked her to marry him she said she would but under some conditions; he must never come in to the kitchen while she is cooking and he shouldn't spy on her and ask questions. He agreed to her conditions and got married. They were living happily for a while (They even had children.) until his friend, a sorcerer (or fandithaveriyaa in Dhivehi) visited him. The minute he saw his wife he knew she wasn't human and told him that.
The husband then spies on her. When it was time to cook he saw her go to the bathroom and bent into the well (before the whole technological era we bathed from a well.) and took out living fishes. (The ones which fishermen catch from the oceans.) She then went to the kitchen and instead of wood she used her legs to cook. He broke their agreement and she was sad because he did that. She took off with their children, leaving him behind. (Thus marks the beginning of getting divorced/separated/taking off in Maldives. Jk.)

Then there's the 'Rannamaari' story. (I kind of believed in rannamaari till I was like 7 or 10. I did not know the whole story but after a rainy night my place was such a mess. Leaves and branches everywhere. My lovely brothers then scare me saying that it was rannamaari. They had their fun. I wish I get to scare someone like that...Oh wait! I have my niece and nephew. Haha.)
Okay! Focus! Rannamaari was the story behind country's conversion to Islam. In this interesting one there's this sea monster, (Sea monsters is called fureytha in Dhivehi.) referred to as 'Rannamaari' which haunted the people of Maldives for like forever. Every month the people had to doll up a virgin and gift her to the demon at an isolated temple. The next morning the dead body can be found. A sacrifice. The girl is chosen similar to Russian Roulette. A Muslim traveler, Abul Barakaatul Yousuful Barubaree's landlord's daughter was chosen to be sacrificed. He suggested that he should go to the temple instead of the girl. He took her place and recited Quran in the temple. The demon disappeared and that was it. Rannamaari was never heard of again.

I have more stories/superstitions of this country. But I think this would do for now. I wouldn't want to be the reason you can't sleep tonight now, would I? I, myself am trying not to think of the fact that I'm finishing this post at night and I'm alone. Oh shit! I am alone. and I just wrote about... I should go watch F.R.I.E.N.D.S now. That will make me forget all about this.

I'm really sorry that I haven't posted anything in a very long time. I have been a busy bee. (literally..lol no. I'm not a bee.) and sorry for letting my 'loyal readers' down. This is my last semester and I get no time to spare. But then there's this saying, 'You can only get time when you make time?' I donno. Anyways, this post, (light years) is a bit of a preview of my future posts. (I didn't have to write that. I'm sure you know since this is my second light year post. I posted one similar to this one this one time when I was crazy busy.)

Here's a window to what's in store for you guys. I will try to finish them by Wednesday. (Next week)

01.Silly little things!
.....Yesterday I had to write a 'dhathurunaamaa'. (A travel diary? I dont know the correct term for that.) It was about a guy who goes to an uninhabited island to capture turtles. We must assume that they faces pretty scary shit on that island. One person was nearly killed but at last they made a narrow escape and returned home after midnight.
I have never faced a scary situation (and by scary scary I mean something supernatural. like a ghost actually?)..yet. Since it was a Dhivehi work it needs to make sense to 'the Maldivians.' And here in Maldives the idea of something supernatural would be a woman with long hair wearing a rai libaas (For those who don't know what a rai libaas is there'll be a picture somewhere in this post.) or the famous 'bodumeehaa'......
.....The actual subject of this post is superstitions. Maldivian superstitions to be exact. (For those who fear supernatural powers, YES! I'm talking about you. You are in for a treat....sort of)......

02.Project bite-02
Pasta salad with tandoori chicken

03. Raging thunder. (Are you a poker?)

04. Mac and cheese
There are some songs that I cannot listen to if I don't see the music video. The songs are really awesome but it's like mac and cheese or peanut butter and jelly or peanut butter and chocolate syrup. They have to be together. I just have the urge to watch the video. Some of the videos that I like to watch with the song aren't even the official videos. Some are fan made. and some of them are from movies. You know, the background music of a scene? and then you feel like the song fits that situation the most.

05.The oak tree
(Ahthu's request)

06. Playing Stairs.
(Fazeel's idea.)
..It's fun. You can slide on them. You might even fall and break your nose. or your hip. or your...
....but how many of you guys know that you can play stairs in your notebook? At school. at a cafeteria?....